Zoraya
The room was silent except for the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. The warmth from the flames should have brought me comfort, yet my body still shivered as if trapped in an endless winter.
I laid there, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts a chaotic storm that refused to settle. My heart was heavy, burdened by a truth I had only just begun to grasp.
I was pregnant.
At first, I had been too weak to comprehend it. Too exhausted to process what it truly meant. But now, as I placed my trembling hand over my stomach, realization set in like a sharp blade cutting through me.
I was carrying a child.
And not just any child.
Jayden’s child.
A silent sob built up in my throat, but I swallowed it down, refusing to let it escape. I had shed enough tears for that man. For a love
